Monday, July 28, 2008. The sun is as brilliant today as ever, or rather, it's scorching to the point of being frightening. I woke up again at around 7 o'clock. The sunlight streamed in through the window, bringing a lot of heat with it. It's almost impossible to stay in bed when surrounded by such strong sunlight. I opened my eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling above my bed. It was quiet, and this seemed like a pretty good state of mind. Then, "Our Song" started playing; it was him. The daily morning call, already an irreplaceable habit. In the phone call, he still cared about me just as much.